had a dream last night where these prison guards in hazmat suits were herding unprotected prisoners to a town by truck. The prisoners had to clear monstrous deformed plant life with hand tools and salvage the metal and other materials from the town. They all knew that eventually the prisoners would undergo a transformation where the contagion in the town would make their jaws fall off, their eyes bug out on stalks and their tongues turn into a bunch of muscular tentacles which would walk around dragging their senseless bodies behind them. At this point the guards would have to put them down. So it's a race against time to get the truck full of salvage before the prisoners turn into tentacle monsters.